Fourth year of drought.
Only one year of water left.
That's what the scientists are saying.
And yet. . .
Plants still explode across the landscape in fiery bursts of color like fireworks lighting up the night sky
And stand in in-your-face defiance of these grim prognosticators of doom.
They still sing a cheery song of immutable determination and faith
And spread their arms wide,
inviting you to join them in their joyful celebration of life.